Twenty One?

Fireworks brighten the night sky,
reason why? To honour you.
I believe that to be so,
my nan’s show, surely it’s true.

Simply the best should be yours,
without pause for thought or chance.
My nan is special, no doubt,
so I’ll shout aloud or dance.

On paper and ink in quill
a poem will say with style
my wish of happy birthday
with word play to bring a smile.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Happy Birthday

It was some fifty years ago today
That you came into this world, the unknown.
A Liverpool lad you are all the way,
Now into a man so fine you have grown.

Fifty I really cannot believe it,
But doing the maths, yes of course it's right.
So I should get my quill and write a bit
Send good wishes to one who makes life bright.

So Paul have a great birthday, 'Dad' of mine
And don't let mother drive you too insane.
Just put her out by ears, on washing line
And go, sit and watch the Liverpool game.

Have a rum and black,
And ignore the flack.



© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.